Go fuck yourself.
If you can read the back of this shirt, the bitch fell off.
Don’t bother. I’m not drunk yet.
We exist in a society where people no longer say ‘thank you’ to doors held open for them.
Where we bark orders at Walmart cashiers or McDonald’s drive-thru workers because we think they’re worth less on the food chain.
We’re taking our bad days out on each other.
And blasting the messages on our T-shirts.
When we allow a T-shirt to say waht’s really on our minds, we’re hiding behind a piece of cloth.
But if it’s something we really want to say to each other, we really don’t belong in public.
There’s nothing wrong with living in a polite society, one where we’re not whoring ourselves out for attention with a rude message on our shirts.
If we remember to show respect for each other, we might remember how to have respect for ourselves again.